Me: What strange weather we’re having.
Nell: I agree. It’s supposed to be Spring.
Me: I always love it when the beach is deserted but the sky was extremely ominous.
Nell: That’s why Kev didn’t want us to stay too long. He could see the bad weather was on its way.
Me: It didn’t stop Harriet from going swimming.
Nell: Nothing can do that.
Me: The hailstorm was so loud.
Nell: Yes. I was listening to a rather interesting podcast at the time and could hardly hear a thing.
Me: I didn’t know you listened to podcasts.
Nell: There’s a lot you don’t know.
Me: Is that why you put on headphones?
Nell: Sherlock Martin strikes again. Yes, I borrowed David’s so I could continue listening.
Me: I didn’t know Dave listened to podcasts.
Nell: David prefers music to the spoken word.
Me: Where is he?
Nell: The Champion of Champions is enjoying a steak sandwich in the kitchen.
Me: A steak sandwich?
Nell: Apparently Champions need protein.
Me: You know he isn’t the Champion of Champions.
Nell: He thinks he is. And more to the point, so does Herr Hoffmann.
Me: Gosh.
Nell: He calls David his ‘Luffly Little Shampion’.
Me: Dave isn’t little.
Nell: He is to a bear.
Me: Well, I think it’s sweet the way Herr Hoffmann looks after Dave.
Nell: He’s wrapped him in your heated blanket.
Me: But that’s mine. Kev gave it to me. I was looking forward to curling up in it with a book.
Nell: All I’m saying is David asked for tomato ketchup on his sandwich.
Me: Oh no.
Nell: And we know what a messy eater he is.
Me: I need to get my blanket back right now.
Nell: Not such a ‘Luffly Little Champion’ anymore?
Me: No. Sorry.
